Euchrid song

Born into strange land 

Swamp and dark woods 

My father strange creature 

In my life suffering and weird joy 

I feel like Jesus like saint boy 

My hands into dark heaven

In churches darkest things 

Little girls with tattoo chins 

Poor man with no dignity 

Where I can find any clarity 

Pulsing black blood 

Over my black heart 

Little girl in lonely room 

Pleasant moment 

From my notes and message 

She reading like bible 

She trust me and trust my heart 

Swallowing taste old rotten card 

I come often like night 

I make few fire flames 

Burning church and burning burst 

Watching stars over palms 

Sing melody of swampland 

Breathing into her sleeping eyes 

They find out they saw me 

They make judge 

No my dear Jesus or god 

But freak devil with sick mind 

They hunt me like lamb 

Sacrifice and butcher knife in hand 

They make circle of hate justice 

Force me to strip down 

Make fire on my skin 

Burning all in one sin 

Let it bleed and scream 

Little girl will be lonely